The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,36

looks enough like me that someone on the groom's side thought she was my daughter. During the rehearsal, she tried to carefully place each rose petal on the aisle as she walked down instead of just tossing them. I thought it was cute, but Patrice decided she needed to show my niece how to do this right. The wedding planner and I almost came to blows when Vivie nearly broke into tears thinking she was messing up my wedding. I'm so glad I'll be rid of this she-beast after tomorrow.

From the looks of things, Soren is pretty much over Patrice too, if the death glare he shot in her direction after she upset my niece is any indication. I find a small bit of comfort in this protective gesture toward Vivie. It gives me hope that I'm not giving myself to a complete monster.

“Well?” Macy says.

“Well, what?” I ask. We just finished the rehearsal and we're at a steakhouse Soren booked for the dinner. It's just the wedding party and our families in the whole place.

“Is Griffin seeing anybody?”

Before I can answer, the devil appears.

“Soren asked me to come get you,” Griffin says, taking my hand and pulling me out of my chair before I can protest.

Macy looks up at him dreamily, and he winks at her. Those electric blue eyes of his should be illegal. I feel the slightest tinge of jealousy at his minor flirting. I mean, I get it, he can't make it look like he's into me. And it's practically tradition for the best man and the maid of honor to hook up at some point during the festivities. But he wouldn't... would he?

I follow Griffin outside. He grips my hand tightly and takes me a couple of blocks down, slipping into an empty alley. As soon as we're out of sight, he pushes me against the brick wall and starts kissing me, his hands crawling all over me, trying to find secret entrances under my clothing.

His hot tongue entwining with mine sends an electric current shooting through my body as I press myself harder against him and his questing hands.

I pull away from his mouth, breathless. “What about Soren? I thought you said...” but of course it was a ruse. He's not taking me to Soren. He's having a stolen moment. There's a battle between Griffin and Soren. I can sense it. Soren may be the one in charge, but Griffin pushes at the boundaries every chance he gets.

“Fuck Soren,” he growls into my mouth, hiking my skirt up, his hand slipping between my thighs. I groan as my wetness coats his fingers.

A throat clears, and we look over. I'm terrified we've been caught by a family member, but it's only Soren. He stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Fuck Soren,” Soren says calmly. “I'm fairly certain I need to be present for that to happen. And lucky for you, here I am.”

Dayne steps out from behind him, and it appears the gang's all here. Dayne and Soren stride into the alley, and then the three of them are taking turns ravishing my mouth, grabbing at me through and under my clothes, pinning my wrists over my head. A part of me is afraid they're going to take me right here and now against the brick wall.

Before it can go that far Soren—with the self-control of a saint—releases my wrists, steps away, and says, “Stop.”

“Goddammit,” Griffin says. “We could make her come. Or she could make us come. A hand job or blow jobs...” He's actually trying to negotiate orgasms right now.

Soren grabs Griffin by his shirt collar and pulls him off me.

“I said... wedding night,” he growls.

He has gotten so intense about this issue. When I'd originally said I didn't plan on having sex again until I was engaged, he'd been upset, now it's like he's trying to outdo me in traditional fuck-etiquette.

Part of me wants to do this right now—the anticipation is killing me—but another part of me is grateful for the 24-hour reprieve—one more day I can maintain my ménage innocence.

I'm still terrified of how this will go down with three men. And I know Soren is doing this to punish me... for what? Dating all three of them? I don't even know anymore what I'm being punished for, but it does feel as though I'm being punished. He doesn't want to slowly build my comfort. In fact, this is the most heated things have gotten with the